Opening Statements: I WAS GIVEN A CHALLENGE. Uh *cough* if you can call it a challenge exactly... Well actually it was a request. A RussiaxGermany punishment oneshot request. And I ACCEPT BITCH. Uh, please disregard the profanity used... But yes, um, but my requester is an anonymous reviewer, and I have a few questions, so if you're reading this and perhaps you have an account I would seriously love to talk to you about this. Or just leave me specific details in a review, that works too. I am letting you know now though that I will definitely be writing a punishment oneshot for you, dear. Um right...onto other things. This chapter. ...I love it. That is all. *pewf*
Disclaimer: Uh...
WARNING: Telephone game, desperation, 69, rimming, wall-sex, slight UK/US
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"And I don't know what to do," Canada sighed, leaning into his boyfriend's side. "I don't really approve of Alfred being with Russia because...he just doesn't treat him right! I mean, I've never seen Alfred so vulnerable and submissive and I...it just makes me angry!"
Cuba didn't want to make his boyfriend angry, but he really didn't care. He would love nothing more than to take his darling Canadian to bed and make sweet love to him, but Canada just kept going on and on about America and Russia! God he hated America... Maybe he should tell someone who could embarrass America about this...
He had something to tell Mexico when he saw her next.
When Cuba saw Mexico a few days later he did indeed tell her about what he had heard. "Mexico! Did you know that America and Russia are in a relationship?" he said, sharing his newest piece of gossip with her. She did appreciate her place on the gossip vine and liked to know any juicy piece of news there was.
Mexico gasped, the news surprising her. "Oh, I had no idea! I have to tell Spain!" She almost immediately picked up her phone and told her brother right there, intending to spread the news to the rest of her siblings as well.
"Sí, hola?" Spain answered. He really wished Mexico hadn't taken right then to call him, he was having dinner with his darling Romano and was actually managing not to dig himself even further into the giant, deep hole he had dug himself throughout his years of courting the tsundere Italian. His eyes widened as he heard the news. "Really? Oh! That is surprising!" Once his sister was done telling him about the scandalous news about Russia and America he turned back to his date. "Ah, Lovi! Have you heard about Russia and America?"
Romano looked apprehensive. Spain was actually talking about those two during their date? How rude! "Stupido idiota!" He pouted, crossing his arms. "You should be paying attention to me! Stupid tomato bastard!"
"Ah, b-b-but, Lovi! Mexico called and told me that Russia and America are sleeping together! Don't you think that's great? Those two have gone through so much sexual tension! It is good they have resolved it!" Spain exclaimed, happy for the two nations. It actually explained quite a bit, now that he thought about the last meeting.
Romano huffed, not caring in the slightest. He just wanted to get this stupid date over with.
When Romano was visiting Veneziano the next day he let it be known in passing that knew of Russia and America's relationship, and the reaction he got from his innocent little brother was surprising.
"Ve~ I already knew about them, fratello!" Italy replied easily, that dopey smile on his face as he stripped for his afternoon siesta out on the deck. When his brother looked at him with a face that was either surprise or anger, he didn't know, he explained just as lightheartedly as before, "At the last world meeting I saw America underneath the table giving Russia some love, veeee~! I think it is good for them! I wish Germany would make love to me in public~"
Romano's face heated up and he cursed out a few words in Italian. "Veneziano you shouldn't be watching things like that!" What if they had corrupted his innocent little brother? No, it probably wasn't Russia or America's fault. He knew who had done this! It had to have been Germany! That perverted potato sucking bastard had rubbed off on his sweet little brother! Oh, he was angry now!
"Ve, America and Russia seem so cute together!" Italy sighed contentedly as he lay down on his flat chair. "I bet they would make cute babies together! Ve, so cute!" Italy seemed oblivious to the fact that Romano looked like he was about to strangle someone. Namely Germany.
"That stupid potato bastard corrupted you! I knew it!"
"Vee?" Italy blinked, his eyes opening for once to reveal their amber depths. "Ah! That's right! I was so caught up thinking about how cute Russia's and America's babies would be that I haven't told Germany yet! I should go tell him now!" Before Romano could stop him he began streaking through the city towards Germany's house. Switzerland got mad before yelling and shooting at him when he came running through his lawn, and France just whistled at him as he passed. By the time he got to Germany's house he had gotten cold, completely forgetting that he was naked and also why he had just ran all the way to the German's house. "Germanyyyy! Germanyyy! Veeee~ Veeee! Let me in! I'm cooold!" he whined, banging on Germany's door.
After a few moments of loud banging, Germany finally answered the door, looking annoyed. His eyes widened and he blushed when he saw Italy standing there naked on his doorstep. "I-I-I-Italy! Why are you naked!"
"Veeeee, I remembered something I wanted to tell you when Romano came to have a siesta with me and then I ran here and I forgot again, veee~" Italy whined, his annoying little 've' noises increasing as he shuffled his feet in the cold. "Germanyyyy, let me in it's really coooold!"
Ushering his lover in, Germany brought him into the dining room where he had been having a cup of tea with Japan to talk about business before the Italian had come crashing through his door. He ran off to go get the little Italian some pants so he wasn't just standing there naked and cold in his dining room.
"Hi, Japan! Why are you here at Germany's house?" Italy asked, running up and giving the Japanese man a hug. "Ooh! Did you come to have a sleepover? Ve, we should all have a sleepover here at Germany's house! Yay! Sleepover!"
"I-Italy-san, please! Cover your shame!" Japan exclaimed, pushing Italy away at arm's length, blushing furiously. It was pointless to tell Italy to 'cover his shame' because unlike most people, Italy had absolutely no shame whatsoever. To Germany this was a regular occurrence.
Germany sighed and returned with a pair of pants, and easily forced Italy into them before sitting back down with his beer. Most people would take a naked lover as a gift or surprise sex, but not him, because this happened enough for him to know that Italy was just comfortable enough to not wear any clothes anywhere. "Now, Italy, what was it that you wanted to tell me so that I may return to my business with Japan?" He really just wanted to have his beer and talk about work with Japan. Prussia had gone out for the day and he was taking full advantage of the peace and quiet to actually get some work done.
"Vee..." Italy blinked, tilting his head. "I forget."
Groaning, Germany pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "Italy...would you like to stay the night?" He didn't want Italy running all the way back home because he would surely give Germany back his pants and just run back home naked. Germany wasn't about to let his lover run passed France's house naked in what would quite possibly be the middle of the night.
"Yay! A sleepover at Germany's house!" Italy cheered, glomping his lover and settling in his lap for the rest of the evening. After a few hours of Germany and Japan talking, he finally remembered why he had ran all the way to Germany's in the first place. "Ah! Germany, Germany! I remember why I came!"
Sighing, Germany pinched the bridge of his nose once more. "Why, Italy?"
"I came to tell you about Russia and America!" Italy exclaimed, his eyes bright and twinkling.
"What about America-san?" Japan asked, blushing a bit at himself. He wasn't usually so nosy, but he was curious as to what America was doing to deserve any gossip, and why it involved Russia.
"Ve~ Russia and America are in love!" Italy exclaimed cheerfully, clapping his hands together. "Germany, Germany, don't you think that they would make cute babies together~? That's what I think! At the last meeting I saw America under the table giving Russia-"
"I-Italy!" Germany blushed, slapping a hand over the Italian's mouth. "Y-you shouldn't speak of such things! I-it's indecent!" Really? Under the table? During the meeting? Germany couldn't believe this. He would definitely be talking to both of them about that.
A little shocked, Japan stood up, bowing. "A-ah, excuse me, sumimasen, I have to go." He cleared his throat and walked out of Germany's dining room before he got his shoes and headed out the door. America wouldn't just go and fall in love with someone without telling him, would he? They were supposed to be best friends! No, no...Italy had to be exaggerating! He couldn't believe this... Maybe he would feel better if he talked to Greece about it.
Germany quickly shooed his lover off to bed and got himself another beer. Just as he opened it up he heard his brother crash through the door, sounding incredibly drunk.
"Heeeey, West!" Prussia slurred, attacking his brother from behind and instantly began molesting him, attempting to push a hand down his little brother's pants. "The great and awesome me is all ready to get hot and sticky with mein adorable little bruder! Ready for mein awesome five meters?"
"B-bruder, please, not now..." Germany grumbled, pushing his brother away. "Italy is here, I was going to go cuddle with him after this beer."
"That's awesome!" Prussia cheered, one arm falling over Germany's shoulder and suspiciously migrating down to his ass. "We can have a threesome! C'mon, I just got done with some awesome partying with Toni and Franny and I'm feelin' horny!" He smacked his brother on the ass and began guiding him upstairs toward the bedroom. "What's up, West? You're usually a bit more enthusiastic!" If 'enthusiastic' meant getting freaky with the whips and chains.
"Well, I just found out that Russia and America are in a relationship, I suppose I would be a little put off..."
Prussia snorted, looking at his brother. "Seriously? That is so not awesome... I thought America hated that bastard as much as I do! Too bad, I thought he was maybe almost as awesome as me. Oh well, come on, West, let's do it!"
"...Bruder, go to your room."
When Prussia woke up the next morning the only thing he remembered was that Germany had told him something about Russia and America...something about them being together...they were having sex together? Something like that... Wait, that meant he had to tell someone! Pulling on a pair of boxers, Prussia stumbled out of his room in the basement and barged into Germany's room.
"West! Russia and...Wait, you already know. Oh, hey cutie," Prussia said upon finding his brother groggily sitting up and seeing Italy whining and clutching Germany tightly in protest to waking up. It wasn't usual that Germany would let himself sleep in, but Prussia supposed it was a morningafter, and to congratulate his baby bruder for getting laid he left them alone.
Prussia decided he needed to tell someone about his newfound knowledge, and since West and Italy were busy he decided to take a ride to Austria's house and pay him a visit. He found Austria having a lunch party with Hungary and Switzerland, and was more than happy to crash it.
"Hey, Roddy, what's up?" Prussia cackled, pulling out a chair uninvited and kicked his feet up onto the table rudely, tipping his chair back as he put his arms behind his head. "You wanna know what I found out?"
"No! Now get your filthy feet off of my table!" Austria exclaimed, smacking Prussia's boot clad feet off his table. Hungary looked rather annoyed, and surprisingly so did Switzerland as opposed to his usual neutral look.
"Aw, c'moooon! Don't you wanna know about how Russia and America are having sex? Or something like that...West said something about sex, Russia, and America. I was pretty drunk." Prussia shrugged, kicking his feet up once more, only for Austria to shove them back down.
Glass could be heard breaking as Hungary dropped her teacup onto the table. Tea spilled onto the table and dripped off the edge. She immediately stood up, producing a camcorder from nowhere and walking briskly out of the room, telling Austria they would have lunch another time.
Prussia blinked. "...I just did something really bad, didn't I?"
"You just ensured that at the next world meeting all of us get a copy of a video of Russia and America having sex." Austria sighed, holding his head in his hands. "Gilbert, you unsophisticated moron..."
Switzerland decided that he would rather not stay around for the rest of the conversation and packed up, heading out without saying goodbye. When he was safely outside he let himself blush. Really, did Prussia have to be so crude and talk about people's relationships so openly? It was so rude! Switzerland just took a deep breath and decided to go home and talk to his sister...
Meanwhile Prussia had promptly been kicked out of Austria's house for ruining his lunch and shrugging off the rejection, he opted instead to go talk to France and tell him about the juicy piece of gossip he had acquired, seeing as he would be much more willing to talk about it.
"Yo, Franny! Open up!" Prussia shouted, banging on the door of France's fashionable, two story villa. "C'mooooon! I got some juicy news!"
"Euh..." France finally opened the door, rubbing his temple. "Mon cher, Prusse, I have a very bad headache, I drank quite a bit too much last night," France sighed, shaking his head when Prussia protested. "Ah...oui, fine, Gilbert, come in..."
"Okay, so yesterday I totally found out the most awesome- or maybe unawesome, I haven't figured it out yet- thing ever! So after I got home drunk last night I was totally ready to have a threesome with West and his little Italian kitten, but he made me go to bed, and he tells me that Russia and America are totally going at it! Can you believe those two are together?"
"Ah, oui, I had my suspicions about those two," France sighed, walking into his kitchen to get a glass of water. "Mon cher, would you like something to drink?" Without bothering waiting for an answer, France pulled a beer from his fridge that he kept just in case Prussia decided to stop by unannounced like he just did. "So, why have you come? To simple gossip about Russie et l'Amérique?"
"Well, ja, I thought that'd be fun." Prussia shrugged, cracking open his beer. "Oh, but I gotta tell other people too!"
"Hm, that would be nice. I think I shall spread the news around as well." France chuckled, taking a sip of his water. He couldn't wait to see the look on America's face when he found out everyone knew about his secret relationship, that wasn't all that secret by now.
So for the rest of the day France dedicated himself to spreading the news around to other nations. He went to tell everyone that didn't already know. Which was by then narrowed down to one person.
England.
"Ah, mon cher Angleterre, have you heard the news about Russie et l'Amérique?" France asked, settling himself in England's home. Rather uninvited, actually. "I wasn't so surprised to hear it, actually; those two have had quite a bit of unresolved tension for a while and I applaud them for taking it upon themselves clear the table of bad blood."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about, frog!" England exclaimed irritably, close to smacking France to get him out of his home. "I have no idea what you're talking about, you stupid git!" Here he was, trying to enjoy his fish and chips and France had come barging into his home, spouting nonsense in that grating accent of his about Russia and America! What the bloody hell was going on!
"Well, from all the rumors going around I am surprised you haven't heard from someone else yet." France 'tsk tsk'd and shook his head, pouring himself a cup of tea, probably the only thing he would allow himself to consume when he was with England. He actually wasn't that surprised. No one really told England these sorts of things.
"What the bloody fuck am I'm supposed to have heard!"
"I believe they think they are being discreet, but really, no one can hide amour from moi, ohonhonhon!"
"What the hell are they being discreet about!"
"Really, I should be ashamed for not realizing it earlier, it was so clear! Especially at the last meeting."
"What happened at the last meeting! What are you talking about!"
"I think they make such a cute pair, Italy kept talking about how cute their children would be, but I beg to differ, as neither are truly fit for parenting like you and I, but I suppose I would definitely like to-" "BLOODY TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON ALREADY!" England shouted, grabbing France by the front of his fashionable coat and shaking him violently. Why wasn't France telling him anything! He was just going on and on about stupid shite that he had no interest in! "Is Alfred in some sort of trouble with Russia or something? Tell me what is going on!"
"Ah, mon Angleterre, so direct as always..." France chuckled, pulling England's hands away from his front so that his coat didn't wrinkle. "Well, from the rumors Russie et l'Amérique are either in love, in a tentative relationship, or are simple having lots of amour with one another, there are so many versions of the story, tsk, tsk, tsk."
"...WHAT!"
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Alfred sighed, lying on his couch and playing on his game console. It had been almost two weeks since his boss had forbidden him from seeing Russia anymore, and while he was sure that he should feel sad or something, the most he was feeling was boredom. He would call Ivan for phone sex again, but his boss was monitoring his calls now and he couldn't make any calls to the Russian to sate his rapidly growing sexual hunger.
Tossing his controller down, Alfred flopped back on his couch, feeling incredibly bored and horny. Mostly horny.
Just as he was thinking of calling his brother to go and have sex, his phone rang.
"Hello?" He answered, brow furrowing. It was his day off- more like he was suspended from working for a few days- and he had no idea who would be calling him.
"Alfred..."
Alfred's eyes widened. "Ivan?" He breathed, sitting up. "I-Ivan, you shouldn't be calling me! My boss has been checking who I'm calling. He'll know you called..."
"N-no, Alfred, I...I am in New York. I am using a pay phone near your apartment and I wanted you to know that I...that I came to see you." Ivan sounded nervous; like he was afraid he was going to get caught. "My boss thinks I am spending a few days with my sister. She was kind enough to cover for me. I didn't tell her about us, but I have the feeling she knows..."
"...Well what the fuck are you waiting for, you commie bastard?" Alfred growled, already working his pants off. "I'm gonna be waiting here for you naked with vodka poured all over my body, because you need to fucking ravish me!"
Ivan didn't reply, he just hung up.
While Alfred didn't have any vodka to pour all over himself, he did make good on his promise to strip naked and wait for the Russian to get there. Ivan knocked less than three minutes later, and when Alfred opened the door he practically threw himself at the Russian. He looped his arms around Ivan's neck and attacked his mouth, pulling him inside hurriedly.
Ivan kicked the door shut behind him and kissed back eagerly, one hand cupping the back of Alfred's head to deepen the kiss and his other sneaking down and grabbing his ass. He ran his gloved hands down Alfred's uncovered body, reveling in the high pitched moans and mewls the American let out upon feeling hands mapping out his neglected body.
Navigating to the bedroom, Ivan pushed the American down on the bed and began working on his clothes. He shouldered off his coat and let it drop to the floor before pulling his shirt off. He felt hands at his belt, and looked down to see Alfred pulling his belt off and popping the button, then pulling the zipper down with his teeth. Ivan groaned as the American pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to pull his member out and began kissing down the length of it.
Ivan groaned, his fingers weaving through Alfred's hair. God he had missed this... Those two weeks without any contact with Alfred had been agony. "Enough," he growled, pushing Alfred down onto the bed. His breath hitched as he saw Alfred's beautiful body spread out beneath him. And it was his. It all belonged to him.
"Please, Ivan..." Alfred whined, reaching down to stroke Florida, which had grown hard very quickly when the Russian had arrived. After a few good strokes he reached down further, pushing a finger into his hole dry. "I need it...here."
Kicking off his pants completely, Ivan climbed on top of the American and spread his legs a little forcefully. He licked his lips as he saw Alfred displayed out in front of him so delectably, begging to be fucked into the mattress. "Alfred..." He breathed, reached down and brushing Alfred's cheek with his knuckle, stroking his cheek gently. "You are beautiful."
Growling, Alfred flipped their positions so he was on top. He straddled the Russian's hips, gripping his member and lining him up with his entrance. "Yeah, I know I look great, but seriously, you need to fuck me." Without waiting for protest, not that Ivan had any, Alfred groaned as he easily and quickly impaled himself on the Russian's cock. He cried out, shuddering on top of Ivan's body and letting go completely.
Ivan's eyes widened and rocked his hips up a little. "My, Alfred...you must be so deprived of release...if you came just from penetration alone." He moaned as the American weakly hit his stomach in retaliation and rocked his body on top of him, his member sliding in and out just barely.
"Sh-shut up...I...I haven't been able to cum for two weeks..." he whined, placing his hands on Ivan's chest to give himself better leverage. He pulled himself up and dropped back down, brushing up against his sweet spot. Alfred cried out, already hard again as he began pulling himself up and then dropping back down to try and hit that one bundle of nerves that would send him over the edge again.
Ivan raised an eyebrow at this, and reached forward, grasping Florida gently. He pumped up and down, loving how Alfred bucked and whined at the touch. "Have you touched yourself?" he asked, letting out a breathy moan as Alfred clinched around his member tightly.
"No, I'm a sex addict and I totally didn't try to jack off when I was alone for two fucking weeks."
Chuckling in amusement, Ivan squeezed Florida idly. "No need to be so snide, sunflower." His breathing hitched once more when Alfred tightened his grip on his cock, the vice-like grip feeling as if it were nearly cutting off his circulation. "Have you been home all this time?" he mumbled, thrusting up into Alfred's incredible heat. He smirked when Alfred bucked and seized when he hit his sweet spot head on.
"M-my boss wanted me to stay home, nnn! Ahh..." Alfred slowed his bouncing and rocked his hips deliciously on Ivan's cock, grinding down on him desperately. "He's been faxing me work and stuff and- ahhh! H-he calls me every couple days to see how I'm doing, AKA making sure you're not here fucking me."
"Ah. Good he is not calling now then." Almost jokingly, they both halted their movements and listened for a few seconds, daring Alfred's phone to ring. Nothing happened. "See?" Ivan giggled, placing his hands on Alfred's hips. "Now. Ride me."
Eagerly, Alfred started up his rhythm again, rocking his hips back and forth for a few moments before lifting himself up and dropping back down. He gasped and moaned Ivan's name over and over as his managed to strike that one special spot inside him again and again, Ivan's cock ramming into his sweet spot so hard it almost hurt. He was so deep that Alfred felt like his cock would go up his throat and out his mouth.
"Oh fuck...nn! Yes! Ivan!" Alfred cried out as the Russian continued to stroke Florida slowly and buck up into him. He reached up and tugged at Nantucket, almost screaming as it sent waves of pleasure pulsing throughout his body. He came for the second time, faltering in his movements for just a moment before he was fucking himself of Ivan's cock hard once more, his own member coming back to life. 'Fuck, I'm gonna end up cumming like four or five times like this...' Not that that was a bad thing, but one could only have so many orgasms in a night before killing themselves.
Uttering a breathy chuckle, Ivan pulled his hand up to his mouth and licked off the cum he found there. He grimaced, tasting those disgusting burgers that Alfred was always eating. "That is disgusting," he grumbled, wiping the semen off on the sheets.
"No one told you to...ahhn! To go and lick it off," Alfred groaned, pulling at Nantucket. Texas was slipping down his nose, close to falling off. Ivan reached up and plucked them off before they fell. The American whined as he ground down on Ivan's cock, needing more inside. Florida bobbed up and down with each bounce, dripping with precum already.
"My, you are just a desperate little slut, aren't you?" Ivan chuckled, managing to sit up. He grabbed Alfred's hips and spun him around so that the American was facing away from him. He got a perfect view of Alfred's ass, swallowing him up all the way down to the base, and that beautiful golden back, arched in pleasure and glistening with a light layer of sweat.
"I-Ivan, what are you- ahh!" Alfred cut himself off with a loud cry of surprise as the Russian gave him a sharp spank. It left a tingling feeling spreading throughout his flesh as he wiggled his hips a little, hoping that Ivan would do it again.
"I want to see it," Ivan purred, rubbing the red mark he had made. He loved it when Alfred's ass was just that right shade of red, fresh from the abuse. "I want to see how your greedy body takes me in completely." He gave Alfred's ass another swat, softer than before. "What are you waiting for, шлюха?" He chuckled, grinning when he heard Alfred moan. "I want you to fuck yourself on my cock."
More than willing to comply, Alfred rocked his hips a little, teasingly, before he lifted himself up and dropped back down, striking his sweet spot head on. He almost screamed, but managed to slap a hand over his mouth just in time. He didn't want his neighbors to get too bothered. Sadly Ivan seemed not to get why he was stifling his noises and gave him a quick slap on the behind.
"Don't cover up your noises, they are so cute. I love it when you scream for me," Ivan chuckled. And Alfred claimed he wasn't a 'screamer.' Yeah right.
"B-but...my neighbors..." Alfred whined, still rolling his hips over the Russian's member to keep him pumping in and out shallowly.
"Let them hear, подсолнечник. I want them all to know who you belong to. Scream my name," Ivan growled, thrusting up into the American's tight, suffocating heat. He was rewarded with a pleasured scream of 'Ivan' and smirked. "That's right," he breathed, occasionally bucking his hips up to bury himself deeper inside Alfred's body as the American bounced up and down on his member.
Alfred came for the third time. He would have gone limp if Ivan's grip on his hips didn't hold him up. His hunger was beginning to back down, the exhaustion of multiple orgasms beginning to catch up with him...but it still wasn't enough.
Ivan gasped when Alfred squeezed tightly around him, milking his first orgasm out of him. He moaned as he filled the American up, watching as some of it leaked out around his member. He hadn't been able to find release in quite a few days, and it showed in how much cum he had managed to get out. The Russian groaned as Alfred continued to rock his hips desperately, and he found his softened member becoming hard once more. "A-Alfred, no, not like this...I want you to do something for me."
Squeaking in surprise when he was pushed off of the Russian's cock, Alfred whined at the loss. He yelped when he was grabbed by the hips and flipped around, his face shoved into Ivan's crotch. The meaning of it sunk in after a few moments. He scrunched his face up in disgust. "Shit, Ivan, no, that's nasty! This was just in my ass! I'm not gonna suck you off!"
"No? Then perhaps you would like it better if we did it like this," Ivan chuckled. He grabbed Alfred's hips and pulled him up so his lower body was over his chest and his member was positioned over his face. He gave the underside of Alfred's shaft an experimental little lick. "Ahh, that is better, da?"
Alfred gasped as he felt Ivan's cold tongue trailing up his member. "Th-that's not what I meant!" he moaned, turning his face away when the Russian pushed his hips up, bumping his cheek with the head of his cock. "I-I don't wanna- ah! D-don't wanna suck you off when your cock's just been in my ass! That is totally not hygienic!"
"Why not?" Ivan chuckled, his tongue traveling up and licking at the American's balls. Ivan giggled when he saw that Alfred shaved down there as well. "I didn't think you one to shave these as well." He pulled Alfred's hips down and traced his tongue around the ring of muscle that was leaking cum. His tongue slid in easily, loosened sufficiently by the fucking it had just received and his cum working with saliva as lubricant.
"Ahh-ah!" Alfred cried out upon feeling that slick, strong, cold muscle entering him. "An-any body hair that isn't above the neck is gross!" He managed to get out, pushing his hips back to get more of that delicious feeling inside. He shuddered at the thought of France, who was quite proud of the fact that he had never shaved anything in his life.
"I will keep that in mind," Ivan chuckled, licking his lips. He could remember a time in the 80's that America had said that 'shaving was for pussies' when France had made a comment during a world meeting. What a fickle person Alfred was. But that wasn't important, he had better things to focus on. He pushed his hips up again. "Come now, подсолнечник. You should return the favor."
Grimacing, Alfred used one hand to grip the Russian's cock and the other to hold himself up. He licked the tip experimentally. When he was sure that it wasn't going to poison him, he gave a long lick from tip to base, using the flat of his tongue. He kissed around the crown of Ivan's member, tongue dipping in to trace the foreskin and run along the slit. Alfred gasped as Ivan gave him a smack on the ass as a warning, silently telling him to stop his teasing.
Ivan moaned as Alfred took him in, deepthroating him easily and fluidly. He bucked up into the moist heat surrounding his member and heard Alfred almost choke. He was well aware that the American could subdue his gag reflex, though, so he didn't worry too much about it. He dragged his tongue down Alfred's shaft, enjoying the vibrations that his moans caused. He moved back up, pushing his tongue into the American's quivering hole, licking up some of the cum that had escaped him.
"Ah! Ivan!" Alfred cried out, rocking his hips back into that talented tongue. He gasped as a hand wrapped around Florida, pumping him firmly. "Nnn, yeeeees!" He moaned and arched his back. He yelped in surprise when Ivan spanked him hard enough to leave a hand print. "O-ow, what was that for?"
"Don't forget to give me some love too, подсолнечник~" Ivan chuckled, kissing the fully healed brand on Alfred's skin. He moaned in appreciation as Alfred took him in once more, bobbing his head and moaning around his member as he used his tongue to massage his shaft.
Alfred cried out around the member in his mouth as he came once more, shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed through his body. He swallowed around Ivan's cock and almost choked as cum flooded his mouth. He pulled off and coughed. Dammit, that was the second time Ivan had done that... Would it kill to give some warning?
Swallowing what was in his mouth, Alfred groaned and went limp on top of Ivan's body, laying his head on the Russian's leg. He groaned as he was grabbed around the middle and pulled up. He snuggled up against Ivan's body, letting out a contented sigh. He gave Ivan a light pinch when the Russian took Nantucket in his mouth. "Stop that. Gimme a two hour nap and then we can do it again, because while I'm tapped out now I sure as hell am not done with you."
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Stretching and giving a yawn, Alfred swung his legs out of bed. He stood up, rubbing his eyes of any sleep that had gathered there and walked over to his window. The light that filtered through had woke him up from his nap. Pulling the curtains closed so that the room was blanketed in shadow, dim light just barely filtering through the edges of the curtain. As he was about to go back to bed, a pair of arms circled around his waist, trapping him. Alfred grinned, leaning back into his captor's embrace.
Ivan chuckled and rested his chin on Alfred's shoulder. He took the American's hand and pulled it up to his lips, placing a few kisses on the back of his hand. He nuzzled Alfred's neck, laying a few kisses on his neck and squeezing his hand gently. "I am truly fortunate," he whispered, planting a kiss on Alfred's pulse.
"For what?" Alfred yawned, one arm going up and wrapping around Ivan's neck behind him as he held his other hand. He turned his head and gave the Russian a chaste kiss, sweet and noninvasive. He liked this, it was a refreshing turn of events that he wouldn't mind going through every once in a while.
"Это ты моя."
Alfred didn't know what that meant, so he just silenced the Russian with another kiss. He turned around and looped his arms around Ivan's neck, but didn't deepen the kiss, content with keeping it just the way it was. When the kiss broke Ivan was smiling. It was a different type of smile. Not the innocent, fake smile he usually put on. This one was more...calm, sated. And real. Less plastic than his usual smile, the one that made Alfred want to beat it off his face with a table.
Ivan took one of Alfred's hands and laced their fingers together. He leaned in and placed a feathery little kiss on the corner of his mouth, trailing over his cheek and finally giving him a proper kiss on the lips. "Я хочу, чтобы ты стал одним со мной."
Laughing quietly, Alfred seemed to get the gist of that statement and shook his head. "Not now. I'm hungry. You want something to eat?"
"Something to eat sounds wonderful," Ivan chuckled and nuzzled Alfred's neck gently. He allowed the American to leave his embrace and followed him out of the bedroom, not even bothering to put any clothes on. He stood in the doorway of Alfred's kitchen, watching him search through his pantry, cupboards and fridge to see if he had anything worth cooking.
"You want something to drink, too? I don't have vodka, though, so work with it," Alfred said over his shoulder. "And I officially have no food, so I was thinking of calling a place to have a pizza delivered."
"Some tea would be nice." Ivan nodded, watching the American run around the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. "I would prefer not to eat any of that. Your Americanization of Italy's food makes me sick sometimes."
"Oh…well, um…I know how to make…pirozhki, if you want that…" Alfred mumbled, blushing. "I'd have to go to the store though. And it's cold. And I kinda don't wanna."
Chuckling, Ivan sauntered into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist. "You do not have to try to please me by cooking Russian dishes. I am sure it would taste like shit anyway."
"Hey! I can actually cook really well!" Better than England at least, and that was all that mattered. "What kind of tea did you want?" he asked, deciding to change the subject. He pulled out of Ivan's grip and opened the cupboard where he kept his tea, for the occasion that England stopped by for some reason and he wanted a cup of tea.
"Green tea would be nice. I usually have that with my blini in the morning," Ivan replied, his eyes following the American's moves everywhere he went. It was quite amusing when Alfred stood on his tiptoes to get the tea bags from the cupboard. "Alfred~ You look so cute, running around the kitchen without any clothes on! It makes me want to fuck you up against a wall~ That would be fun, da? Don't you think so?"
Alfred sighed, putting the tea kettle onto the burner and turning it on high so that the water boiled faster. He turned around, leaning against the stove. "I don't really want to be fucked up against a wall in my kitchen. Maybe in the living room, though." Before he even had time to completely register what he had just said, Ivan grabbed him around the waist, tossed him over his shoulder fireman style and walked out into the living room, immediately pinning him against a wall roughly.
Alfred groaned as the back of his head hit the wall and he saw black spots throughout his vision. He sighed as the Russian began kissing down his neck, but wrapped his legs around his waist and tangled his hands in his hair anyway. "God, you're so fuckin' pushy sometimes," he grumbled, moaning when Ivan bit down on his pulse and left a little red mark there. "Ahn…h-hey, d-don't leave any hickies where it's hard to cover them! I can't have my boss stopping by and seeing any fucking love bites all over my neck!"
Ivan giggled and kissed the mark apologetically. "I am sure you could cover it with a band-aid or wear a scarf," he replied nonchalantly, trailing kisses and red marks down Alfred's neck, partially just to spite him.
"Psh, yeah, like I would wear a scarf." That was so not fashionable. He wasn't like France, but at least he wasn't a fashion disaster like England. "And besides, I don't- ah- have any turtle necks or anything. Stop leaving hickeys god dammit!" Alfred snapped, smacking Ivan on the back of the head as he left another red mark on his collar bone. "If my boss sees them he's gonna freak!"
Ivan 'tsk tsk'd and shook his head. "You are absolutely no fun~ Where is your sense of adventure? Isn't that the fun of doing something you aren't supposed to? The danger?" he hummed tauntingly, leaving another hickey on Alfred's neck, where his shirt wouldn't cover it.
"Yeah, but it's kinda hard to cover it up when you're leaving hickeys where everyone can see them!" Alfred shouted, smacking the Russian on the back of the head again. Ivan growled and bit down on his neck, leaving an angry mark that would no doubt last for a few days. "Dammit… Just fuck me already, okay?" he grumbled, grinding down against the Russian's rapidly growing erection, Florida already saluting loyally.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Ivan waggled finger at him with a wicked grin on his face. "Say please~" Then he got a better idea. "Actually, I want you to say it in Russian for me. Say пожалуйста for me~! It will be good if you start learning a second language now, da? Especially if we are lovers!"
"Fuck you!"
"That is not how it is pronounced, Alfred. Say пожалуйста. Pahz-hah-luista!" Ivan was promptly smacked on the back of the head for his cheekiness. "Alfred, I am trying to educate you in a second language as to make you a little less ignorant."
Alfred grumbled something the Russian couldn't hear, avoiding his gaze and blushing a little.
"Hmm, what was that, I am afraid I did not catch it?"
"I said that I don't need help learning how to say please in Russian 'cause I already know," Alfred grumbled, his cheeks flushing red. Ivan thought it was cute.
"Oh?" Ivan grinned. When had this happened? "And how would you know?"
"Just because I don't know what you're saying all the time doesn't mean I have no basic understanding!" Alfred huffed. "I know how to say please and thank you and can I go to the bathroom and shit like that. And…something else."
Ivan's eyebrow quirked up. "Dare I ask what might this 'something' be?"
"…" Alfred blushed, but took a deep breath and went on. "Я…хочу, чтобы вы ебать меня." The words felt foreign and odd falling from his lips, but it seemed to make Ivan happy. He had only recently learned how to say that, thinking it would come in handy at some point.
Ivan grinned. Oh, that just made him so happy that Alfred had learned how to say that in Russian! His accent was terrible, but he would soon fix that. "I would be more than happy to," he replied, placing a kiss on the American's lips. He held on to Alfred's hips and easily slid in, moaning at the heat that engulfed him.
Alfred gasped and moaned into Ivan's neck, shifting his hips to get more inside. He sucked on the Russian's neck a bit as payback for giving him a hickey, and left a mark of his own that would stay for a few days. Alfred let out a yelp of surprise when he was spanked for the trouble. He growled and squeezed Ivan's hips tightly in response.
"Ah…Alfred…" Ivan murmured as the American clenched around him. He heard Alfred huff and grinned.
"That is so not what I was going for…" Alfred grumbled. He cried out when his sweet spot was struck abruptly. "Ah! I-Ivan, nooo!"
Suddenly, the door seemed like it was being thrown off its hinges. As both Ivan and Alfred looked over they saw England standing in the doorway, who at one point had probably been angry, but now was simply mortified at the view he was being given.
"Shit! I-Iggy! It's- it's not what it looks like!" Alfred exclaimed, realizing the picture he and the Russian must make, fucking up against a wall in his living room. "He's um…he's…" He couldn't think of a valid excuse for why Ivan would be pounding his ass into a wall. "He's…um…he's raping me!" Smack!
"Alfred, I really tire of your silly excuses," Ivan growled. The mood had been efficiently slaughtered, and it had killed his erection as well. Stepping away from the wall, he let Alfred fall to the floor with a loud 'thump' that his neighbors would no doubt complain about later. "I am going to get dressed." He then left the room and went back into Alfred's bedroom to get dressed.
Alfred groaned and looked over at his former caretaking, blushing with embarrassment. "Hey, Iggy…" he grumbled, pulling his knees up to his chin to hide his more private parts from the Brit. Not that England hadn't seen Florida before, it was just a little embarrassing.
England sputtered something incoherent and obviously angry before averting his gaze and blushing. "Th-that's all you have to say, you stupid git! I was about to knock on your door when I hear you shout 'no' and I bust in to see what is happening and if you are in trouble, and that's all you have to say!" he demanded, still not looking at the American. Arthur stepped inside and closed the door behind him so that no passing neighbors had to gaze upon the scene. "For the love of god, put some trousers on so I can yell at you properly!"
Alfred sighed and stood, following Ivan into the bedroom. He picked up a pair of boxers that were slightly stained. Slipping them on, he told Ivan not to kill the Brit and followed him out.
"Okay, Iggy, what do you want? I doubt you came just for some tea or something…" As if on cue, the tea kettle whistled, indicating the water was boiling. "Dammit…" Alfred groaned and went into the kitchen. "Ivan, don't kill him, Iggy…please don't do anything that would make him want to kill you."
Arthur looked about ready to punch the Russian, red faced and angry, with a little embarrassment mixed in. Apparently he had been as surprised to see Alfred and Ivan like that as they were.
Ivan, who had put his pants on and a shirt sat down on the American's couch and grinned up at the Brit, daring him to say something that would get him a lead pipe to the back of his head.
Ignoring the smug look he was being given, Arthur instead called out to Alfred. "Alfred, lad, if you would, may I please have some Earl Grey…I've have quite the day… Two sugars and just a smidge of honey and lemon, please." First France barging in and telling him about America and Russia, then the plane ride to New York, which had been horrendous, and now this. At least he no longer had to ask Alfred if the rumors were true.
When Alfred came back in he had two mugs, and handed one to Ivan and one Arthur. He had grabbed a cola for himself from the fridge. He sat beside Ivan on the couch and groaned, cracking open his soda. "So…Iggy. Why are you here?"
"W-well, the frog told me some…disturbing news about you and…" Arthur trailed off, glancing at Ivan who still had a shiteating grin on his face. The Brit cleared his throat nervously and went on, "And him. When I heard, I thought I might drop by for a spell to see if the news was true."
Alfred spit out all his coke out, sputtering a few angry curses. Ivan cursed in Russian and tried to brush off some of the soda that had gotten on his pants. "Shit, how the fuck does France know about us!" he demanded, almost losing his grip on his cola.
"Perhaps your brother said something to him," Ivan muttered, sipping at his tea. "In hindsight, I probably should not have included him in our activities without making sure he did not tell anyone afterwards. It did teach you a lesson though."
"Shut up, asshole! You never told me we were gonna be exclusive." Alfred gave the Russian a halfhearted slap on the shoulder.
"I had thought that branding the USSR's symbol onto your fat ass would be sufficient enough for you to come to that conclusion."
"I am not fat, you commie bastard!"
"What the bloody hell are you two raving on about!" Arthur demanded, clutching his mug of tea in desperation, trying not to throw it at the two. He felt misplaced, like he wasn't supposed to be standing there with the two lovers.
"Um…nothing. But, seriously, Iggy, why're you here?" Alfred queried, scratching the back of his head. "I mean, you can't have taken a seven hour plane ride to NYC just for kicks."
Arthur cleared his throat nervously once more, casting a nervous glance at Ivan. "Alfred…perhaps we could have a more…private conversation?"
Rolling his eyes, Alfred stood and walked into his room. He returned moments later with his wallet. He tossed it to Ivan. "Ivan, can you run down to the McDonald's around the corner and grab me a couple Big Macs, four super sized cokes, five orders of large fries, three double quarter pounders, two double cheeseburgers, a Big N' Tasty with cheese and no tomatoes, a McChicken, aaaaand…a salad, I think. Got all that? Oh, and feel free to get something for yourself, too, it's on me."
Ivan arched an eyebrow, thinking about making a fat comment, but kept it to himself, nodding. He was pretty sure he could remember all that. ...Okay, screw keeping in the fat joke, he couldn't help himself, "That order sounds like cardiac arrest with a stroke on top with a side dish of several clogged arteries."
"Shut up! I exercise, I can work off the weight!" Alfred bristled, throwing a couch pillow at the Russian. "Just go do it so me and Arthur can talk."
Ivan chuckled. "Whatever you say, моя дорогая подсолнечника. I will return shortly. Enjoy your talk." That said, he gathered up his shoes and coat and headed out the door.
Taking a deep breath, Arthur settled beside his former colony and stared down into his tea, which by then had cooled down. "Alfred," he started, pursing his lips together. "What is your relationship with Russia?" He wanted to know exactly before he got around to the yelling part, because he liked knowing what exactly he was yelling at Alfred for.
"Oh, um…it's mostly sex." Alfred shrugged.
"'Mostly', lad?"
"Uh…well, it's not like it's much else." Alfred shrugged once more, taking a big gulp of his soda. When Arthur sent him a look, he went on, "I'm serious, Arthur! That's really it… We're not in love, we're not gonna go elope in Vegas or something, hell I don't even think we're properly a couple." The most endearing term Ivan had used to describe them was lovers, and the pet name he had for Alfred was 'slut' so it wasn't exactly a 'romantic' type of lovers, either.
"I know, Alfred, but…" Arthur worried his bottom lip before pursing them together. "Lad, may I remind you this isn't the first time I've caught you with him."
"I know, Iggy, please don't remind me… I was younger then, and me and Ivan were going through a lot of political issues with the Cold War and all, not to mention WWII was kinda making it hard on us," Alfred sighed. "Look on the bright side. At least you didn't catch us fooling around in your garage this time."
"Very true, Alfred but…well, I was just saying because I only want what is best for you… Alfred, I know we have our differences and sometimes we don't get along, but I just want to make sure that you're making a good decision with your relationships," England sighed, setting his mug of tea on the coffee table, mostly full and untouched. "I want what's best for you."
"Yeah, you're the best role model for relationships of all things," Alfred snorted sarcastically, emptying his cola can of its contents into his mouth.
"And what is that supposed to mean, young man!" Arthur demanded, his thick brow furrowing together in irritation.
"I mean that with you and France constantly breaking up and then getting back together, and breaking up again, and having hatesex, and then getting back together, you aren't exactly the guy I'd go to for relationship advice," Alfred snorted, putting his empty cola can on the coffee table. "I mean, seriously, you and France have been doing that for something like, seven centuries!"
Arthur blushed angrily. "I will have you know that the frog and I are in no sort of relationship right now and I intend to keep it that way!"
"Yeah, right now, being the detrimental term there!"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Arthur sighed. "Alfred, you git, you don't even know what detrimental means…" He sighed again and let it go. "Alfred, what me and the frog do is nothing compared to what you are doing now. While I admit that my relationship with Francis has been one of those that goes through its ups and downs and we often agree not to see one another for a while before deciding that we should pick up the relationship again, we should be talking about your relationship."
"What's there to talk about!" Alfred exclaimed, throwing his arms up into the air. "So me and Ivan have sex, so he comes over to my place and stays a couple nights, I go over to his house and stay there too! We've gone out on a date once! What do you want to know? Do you want to know what the fuck he does to me? To date, he's fucked me with a pipe, his cock, a vodka bottle, a gun, ice, several dildos, dressed me up in a weirdo outfit, took pictures of me—"
"A-Alfred!" Arthur interrupted, a blush flaring up on his cheeks. "I-I don't need to know these things!" Even if Big Ben was chiming in protest beneath the cloth of his trousers. And he thought Francis was kinky! He was almost curious as to what else Alfred was doing with Russia… Almost being the key word. "But that isn't the point! I just…I just don't think that a relationship with Russia of all people should be your choice."
"Yeah, you and my boss both…" Alfred grumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly. "And what the hell happened with you and France, at the last meeting the only thing keeping you guys from fucking on the table in front of everyone was you being a prude!"
"I am not a prude!" Arthur protested, almost looking offended. "And he wanted me to wear…well it doesn't matter! The point is that as of a week ago I will have no affiliation with the frog that isn't punching his teeth out!"
"Oh, I get it, you guys like the outfits and roleplaying and stuff. Me and Ivan do the power-play stuff, mostly."
Bristling indignantly, Arthur stood up, looking a bit flustered. "We do not- that isn't the point! And it is 'Ivan and I', Alfred, don't butcher the queen's language any further than you already have!"
"Psh. Like I care. I'm not a fucking colony anymore, you can't boss me around," Alfred grumbled, glaring hard at the Brit, his eyes narrowed into sapphire slits of angry, icy fire.
Arthur curled his fists at his sides. Alfred looked so tempting right there, in nothing but his underwear and his glasses. He had to restrain himself, though, because if he made a wrong move Russia might bash his head in with his pipe. "Alfred, I don't think you are sorted out for this sort of…relationship."
"And what the hell do you care?"Alfred shouted, standing up angrily. "It's my life! You can't do anything to make me stop! I can make my own decisions and I want to be with Ivan, because it feels good! You don't have any power over me!" He stomped his foot stubbornly like a child. "And you know what I think of you, Iggy? I think you're so vanilla it's painful!"
That was the breaking point for Arthur. He grabbed Alfred by the arm and smashed their lips together, decking him down on the sofa.
Alfred's eyes widened and he thrashed about a bit under his former caretaker's weight, trying to push him off. His wrists were taken and held above his head forcefully. Squirming, he tried to push his knees up to get the Brit off of him, to no avail. Not that he was really trying much.
"You think I'm vanilla, Alfred? Oh, I'll show you vanilla, lad. I've learned quite a few tricks in my days. As a privateer I used to be quite the man in bed and I think I've still got some of that talent left in me." Arthur chuckled in a sultry voice that Alfred didn't even know he possessed.
"Arthur, you gotta stop this." He sighed, weakly pushing his knees up against the Brit. He could push Arthur off any time he wanted to, but doing it without hurting him would prove a problem. "If Ivan comes in he's gonna kill you. I'm serious."
"Don't be silly, Alfred, if that brute came at me I could hold him off just fine, now stop struggling," Arthur laughed bitterly, spreading the American's legs forcefully.
"Arthur I'm serious!" Alfred exclaimed, this time actually trying to persuade the Brit. "If Ivan sees this he's gonna bash your head in! I am not kidding, when I slept with Mattie he blew a gasket and whacked him over the head with his pipe before tying him to a chair and making him watch us fuck." He probably could have worded that better...
"Alfred, don't be so daft. He will never have to kno-"
As if on cue, the door swung open, revealing Ivan with three McDonald's bags and a holder for the drinks. He froze upon seeing the two on the couch, dropping the food immediately. He growled and glared at the Brit on top of his lover, stomped up to him, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and slammed him into the nearest wall, making sure to keep him at least six inches off the ground.
"Какого черта ты делаешь?" Ivan demanded in a low, dangerous tone that even the most oblivious would know not to ignore. When Arthur didn't respond and only struggled a bit under his grip, he repeated himself in English, but with a few add-ons and insults. "What the fuck do you think you are doing, вы маленький кусочек дерьма? Were you really just trying to take what belongs to me?"
Sighing, Alfred sat up and went to his lover's side. He placed a hand on his shoulder, looking a little irritated by the situation. "Ivan, don't kill him."
"He was trying to touch you, therefore I must kill him," Ivan growled, pushing the Brit up against the wall even harder to make him cry out in pain. "And you were not doing anything to stop it," he added, amethyst eyes staring hard into blue ones. "And so you will be punished as well."
"He doesn't actually wanna have sex with me, Ivan," Alfred groaned. "He only wants to because now he can't have me. He just wanted to because now I'm having sex with you. And as for me not pushing him away, I didn't really care, because I knew you would get home soon and it would be a lot scarier if you beat the lesson into him harder if you caught him."
Ivan seemed to soften up from those words, but his grip on the front of Arthur's shirt didn't waver. Actually, it got stronger. "Oh, подсолнечник, that is so considerate! I do enjoy beating the shit out of those I don't like and you didn't do it just so I could!" he giggled, finally dropping the Brit. He hugged Alfred for his thoughts, nuzzling the top of his head. "I am still upset with you, though."
"That's fine, more spankings for me then." Ivan would have to think of a new punishment, because Alfred obviously enjoyed that far too much for it to be a punishment.
Ivan released the American and turned to Arthur. "Get out." The two simple words were filled with more intimidation than the Brit had ever felt emanating from the Russian. When Arthur didn't move, Ivan grabbed him by the back of his shirt and promptly kicked him out, slamming the door behind him.
Alfred could feel that the Russian was still upset with him, and it showed how Ivan ignored him and began cleaning up the forgotten McDonald's bags and the spilled drinks. He rolled his eyes and took Texas off, placing them on the coffee table. He pushed his boxers down a little and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, he went up behind the Russian and wrapped his arms around his middle, rubbing up against him not so subtly. "Ivan…" he whined, trying to play the part of the neglected lover.
"What is it, Alfred?" No pet name, ouch.
"Why are you mad at me?" the American huffed, pulling away and crossing his arms. He waited for Ivan to turn around and look at his uncovered body, reaching down to touch Florida a little.
Ivan turned around and saw his lover stroking his member idly, bringing an erection to life. He violet eyes traced Alfred's body greedily. He shook his head a little to clear himself of the distraction. "I am upset because you did not push him away."
Alfred pouted and put his hands on the Russian's chest. "I'm not gonna go running off with England, if you're thinking that. Because," And why the fuck would he run off with England of all people anyway? If he was going to run off with someone it would be someone a little more awesome. "I'm sure a ride on Big Ben would be fun. But…" One hand trailed down and popped the button of Ivan's pants. "I think that the Grand Canyon…" He pulled his zipper down in a slow, teasing motion. "Needs something…just…a little…" He pushed his pants down just a little and pulled his member out, already hard. "Bigger."
Ivan moaned quietly and slipped an arm around the American's waist, pulling him close. "Oh, I truly am fortunate," he purred, pushing Alfred back and onto the couch. He felt the blood rush even further to his cock upon seeing the American spread out and eager for him. "Oh, yes. Yes, yes I am."
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Translations:
шлюха - whore
подсолнечник - sunflower
Это ты моя - That you are mine
Я хочу, чтобы ты стал одним со мной - I want you to become one with me
Я…хочу, чтобы вы ебать меня - I...I want you to fuck me
моя дорогая подсолнечника- my darling sunflower
Какого черта ты делаешь - what the hell are you doing
вы маленький кусочек дерьма - you little piece of shit
Shadow-chan's Final Thoughts/Rants: I...am going to take a break for a while. No idea how long. Maybe a few weeks, not like I'm gonna be dead like a temporary retirement or something but seriously I need to actually get shit done... I'm so distracted. Ah well, whatever. So I'll see you guys in a while. Expect that RussiaxGermany to come out before I update this story. Because I will CONQUER THE CHALLENGE BITCH. ...Again disregard obscenities please. But yes. So until then, I'll be gone. But remember that Shadow loves you allll~!
Sneak Peek Because Shadow's a Bitch and She's Doing This Even Though She Won't Update For a While: Guess who gets to be Russia's cute little maid for a day?
lol I probably pissed a lot of people off with that xD But yes I love you all, reviews are my life and I do stalk FF even when I'm not updating excessively. So I'll see you all...uh whenever I update next! Thanks for reading :3